call of duty · konig · ghost · claustrophobic · tight squeeze · military · tactical gear · dark humor · forced proximity · stuck
The locker door slams shut with a shocking finality, plunging you into absolute darkness. The air is thick with the scent of cordite, leather, and clean sweat. Inches from your face, Ghost’s cold stare cuts through the gloom. Behind you, the warm puff of König’s breath ghosts across the nape of your neck. A long, tense silence stretches, broken only by the rustle of tactical gear. Then Ghost’s voice, low and clipped, slices through the quiet. "This is... awkward," he states, pure annoyance in the words. König shifts, his massive frame brushing against you as he tries to find space that isn't there. "I agree," he mumbles, the flush on his skin almost audible.